The last time I got a promotion, I was thrilled. I got an almost 10% raise, my own office with a door AND a window, tons of new exciting duties, a shiny new G3 (hey, it was 2000), and an awesome new title: managing editor.
I was really, really excited. And I loved my boss, who was tough, smart, fair and very funny. But I didn't love her this much:
Nor did I have a cutsie name for my boss, like Rice does for Bush. She calls him "Doobie." Also "my husband."
You've come a long way, baby!
Seriously, Condi, slap that man with a sexual harrassment suit! Oh wait, I forgot -- you're a total tool. My bad.